Ten months ago, I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. Part of my preparation for parenthood was learning as much about breastfeeding as I could, and our breastfeeding relationship generally got off to an excellent start. Over the past few months, however, I’ve been thinking more and more about how it seems like dumb luck that breastfeeding was relatively easy for me, and that there are so many aspects of what should be a relatively straightforward way to feed a baby that are out of a mother’s control — personal anatomy, community and family support, work situation, etc.
My college degree is in history with a focus in gender — these types of issues have been of interest to me since long before I had a child of my own. Now, however, I have a new appreciation for the urgency that surrounds them — when a baby is new, two hours can seem like an eternity (I remember panicking when my ten week old went on a nursing strike, and that’s about how long it took for a volunteer from my local Nursing Mothers’ Council to call me back and brainstorm solutions).
In about a month, I will be embarking on a journey — training as a breastfeeding counselor. I’m hoping to eventually get certified as an IBCLC, but since I don’t already have a background in health science, that may be quite a ways down the road. My goal is to help support mothers in their breastfeeding relationships whatever the other circumstances in their lives, and help them figure out how to make breastfeeding work for them and be a tool to enrich their relationships with their children and other mothers.
This blog will be a place to put my thoughts on that journey, breastfeeding in general, and occasionally other issues relating to mamas and milk. Welcome, and I hope you enjoy the journey!